Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.